Author's Note: Never in a million years did I expect to get so much of a response to this story! Thank you all so much, and you've made me a total review junkie, which means you have to keep it up! Bwahaha! Anyway, here are my replies to my anonymous reviewers:

To MollyMKS: There will be a bit more drama, but I'm not too sure about the angst yet. Maybe drama with a hint of angst. Thanks for reviewing!

To heartagram: I want it to be Nick's baby too, but then the storyline would be considerably different. I think I can make this work, so just stick around and let's see. Thanks for reviewing!

To Jennie: I like Grissom too, I just like Nick better. And I think that Nick would be a better support system than Grissom anyway. Thanks for reviewing!

To Angela: Well, I said that he would be a bit out of character, but I understand where you're coming from. I'll try to be nicer about Grissom. Thanks for your input!

To Cheryl: Haha. Thanks for reviewing!

To jd: Thank you so much! I'm very glad you like it. Thank you for reviewing!

"I just don't know what to do about this," Sara finished after telling the whole story to Nick.

He looked at her as he took the last bite of his scrambled eggs. "So, you're having the baby, right?"

She gave a small nod. "Yeah. I don't know how I'm going to manage to raise him or her by myself though."

"Well, Catherine's done it. Look how Lindsey turned out."

"Yeah, hitchhiking to Fremont Street," she snorted.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I'm not really proving my point." He changed his tone and placed his hand over hers. "I promise you one thing. No matter what happens with you and Grissom, or this baby, I will always be your friend. Okay?"

She blinked back tears that telling the story to Nick had evoked. Now his genuine care and concern was making her want to cry. He was so sweet. Why couldn't he have fathered her baby?

Stop it, Sara, she commanded herself. Nothing like that is ever going to happen. You've screwed it up too badly now with this baby. Besides, you guys are just friends.

"Like I said earlier, I'll help you with anything you need. And not just while you're pregnant. I can help you out with the actual kid. Anything you need. If you really want, I'll even babysit every once in a while."

"Thanks," she said quietly. "Can I be honest with you?" she asked.

"Sure," he said.

"I'm scared."

He smiled a bit at her comment. "I'm pretty sure that's normal, hon-…Sara."

Was he about to call me 'honey'? No…definitely not. She found herself wishing again that he was the baby's father. Quickly pushing those thoughts away, she tried to concentrate on the fact that Nick's cheeks were turning red. He's cute when he's embarrassed. Maybe he was about to call me 'honey'…

"Want to get out of here?" Nick asked, nodding his head toward their empty plates.

"Yeah," Sara said. "I have to go to the drugstore and get a prescription filled, though. Prenatal vitamins. Will you come with me?"

"Yeah, of course."

Nick called the waiter over and Sara laughed as he insisted that he foot the bill. After all, he only went Dutch if girls asked the wrong question. But that would make this…a date, wouldn't it? No, Sara, it's not a date, she scolded herself. He just took you out for breakfast, that's all! Stop it!

They got into Nick's Denali, which they had taken from the lab to the diner. As Nick drove them to the drugstore, Sara couldn't help but think how right the whole scenario was. They were driving somewhere together, Sara was pregnant, they'd just gone out for breakfast. It was so perfect. She caught a glimpse of their reflection in the window of the drugstore and noticed how much they looked like a couple. Nick even held the door open for her.

They approached the pharmacy counter, where a very angry-looking old woman stood behind the register. As Sara timidly handed her the prescription slip, she peered at it down her long nose and looked up to eye her suspiciously. Nick sensed that the pharmacist didn't believe that they were married, and against his better judgement, he wrapped one arm around Sara's shoulder and kissed the side of her head. Sara didn't look uncomfortable with it to him, so he didn't remove his arm. The angry pharmacist handed the prescription to an assistant in the back and told Sara and Nick that it would be ready for pickup in an hour and a half.

As the pair exited the drugstore and got into the Denali, Nick cleared his throat. "I'm sorry if I did anything in there that made you feel awkward."

Are you kidding me? Sara's brain screamed. Do it more often! "No, that's fine. Thanks, actually. She was kind of freaking me out. She seemed like one of those people who believe in married parents. I don't know…she just kind of made me feel weird."

"I could tell. I just didn't want you to feel judged by her, that's all."

"Thanks a lot," she said honestly. "Well, we have an hour and a half to kill before the prescription is ready. Do you want to go…do something, maybe?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know…a movie?"

"Sounds good to me. What do you want to see?"

"I was thinking that M:I III looked good," Sara said, and laughed when he wrinkled his nose. "What, you don't like the Mission: Impossible movies?"

"No, I just don't like Tom Cruise," he explained.

"Warrick told me you picked up a hooker or something over the phone by saying you had a Tom Cruise thing going on, though."

He evaded the question disguised as a statement. "I was not 'picking her up'. I was working a case."

"Right…" Sara teased.

"Really!" he insisted.

"Fine, whatever you say," she said. "What would you rather see?"

"Want to go see a chick flick?"

Sara gave him a surprised look. "Are you serious? Wow, Nick, I never figured you for a chick flick man. Besides, there aren't really any good ones in theatres right now."

"We could rent one and go back to my place," Nick suggested. The words were out of his mouth before he realized how they sounded. When he saw the surprise on Sara's face, he said, "I mean – "

Sara cut him off. "No, that's okay. I know what you mean, and it sounds good."

Turning the key in the ignition, he tried his best to hide the smile that was spreading across his face. He pulled out of the parking lot and drove the few blocks it was to the video store. They perused the aisles until Sara found the chick flicks and called Nick over to them. "How about this one?" she suggested, holding up Just Friends.

He shook his head. "No, I've seen that. It's not very good. We could get 13 Going on 30."

"Nick, be careful. I could do plenty at the lab with the information you're giving me here. And no, I don't really like 13 Going on 30. I'd rather How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Oh, wait…" a mischievous grin spread across her face as she reached over a shelf, holding up a DVD with a very, very pink cover.

"No way," he said, smiling. "No way. That thing is a pink monstrosity!"

"I know, right?" Sara said in a mock ditzy tone. "Come on, please?" She gave her best puppy dog look.

"Fine," he sighed. "But then we're getting a shoot-'em-up video too. Or at least something with some action."

"Fair enough," she said.

They headed over to the action section, and Nick quickly decided which one he wanted. Sara smirked when she saw the title. "You want to get Men In Black?"

"Hey, I love this movie. You're getting that…thing, I can get my own movie too." He said the word 'thing' and gestured towards the DVD she was carrying as though it needed to be disposed of.

After carrying their selections to the counter and paying, they went outside and got back into the Denali. Nick started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, beginning the short drive back to his house.

Author's Note: Haha, Sheila, one guess as to what movie it is. One. Anyway, this little scene shall be continued next chapter, including me revealing what movie Sara chose. By the way, I love reviews!